The first pancake is lumpy ... (part 2) - Toyota Platz, 1.0 liter, 2002

My Gold stood drearily on the side of the road, non-stop working as "wipers" and unhappily let out "steam" from the exhaust pipe.
I frantically recalled all the possible traffic rules and amendments, but my head was full of others: "Where is the bag with the documents?".
I rummaged through everything, Irina (that's my wife's name) searched all the niches under the seats, blew up the trunk, ran through the interior again ... No, nowhere.

There is nothing anywhere. No space, no Earth. Nothing exists. "Wow, no x ... I imagine" -I thought, realizing that the bag with the docks in Gold'e definitely not.
Having driven away thoughts about the global and heading into one of the cars, the BashGIBDD heard from his wife: "In a cafe ..."
Remember the advertisement about the moose? I am 3 years old, I am 5 years old.
In 15 seconds, everything popped up in my head - how we left Ekb in the morning, how we went into the cafe, how we left, took a picture. And a handbag on the back of the chair ...

2 passports, 2 medical policies, 2 salary cards, 1 credit card with an access code! v / y, certificate of registration of the vehicle, title and about 15,000 cash.

Here is a list of the contents of the handbag that was left hanging on the back of the chair of the roadside cafe "Transit" ...

The conversation with the BashGIBDD did not go well from the first explanations. Tow truck, impound, detention for 3 hours - (and all this on the first day of vacation!) - all this was promised to me out loud, and at the same time, the mysterious subscriber number "5000" was persistently shown on the Samsung mobile phone. I never had friends and relatives, just like money, in Bashkiria, and the inspector advised me to go and talk with my wife.

A conversation with Irina did not promise anything good. Not only that, before the start of our journey, she (as it seemed to me) did not really believe in the success of our rally, but there is such an ambush here - and on the very first day.
The conversation turned out to be short: "Do they need money?" she asked. "Hmmm," I answered listlessly, knowing that "me" had all the cash in the bag. "Here," he says, "there are 4,500." And pulls cash out of his pants.
Still, my woman is gold, this is not the first time I am convinced. It seems the situation is J.O.P.A. But no, do not drown Vadim Evgenievich in your shit, I will pull you out.
Money (I didn’t know about them at all) at the last moment before leaving, I put it in my trousers.
I take 4 four, I return, I say: "Give the mobile phone, we will call."

We sit in the car. We keep quiet. Gold hums monotonously and occasionally expresses his dissatisfaction with the windshield wipers.
180 turn and back. Whatever he is.
500 in my pocket In the soul there is emptiness / garbage can (underline as necessary).